I think I've made an impression!

Well, your kiddie here has reached the end of his first warm weather training session - and I have to say it's done me the world of good!

Bring on Beachy Head! Bring on the Himalayas! Bring on 2012!

I'm a good few pounds lighter - both fiscal and avoir dupois! And I think I've made some friends amongst the Montenegro public.

As our last day approaches the thermometer has reached the 100 degree mark and to celebrate the Half Share decided to .... take me on another 8 mile hike to the top of a flippin' mountain.

Now I don't know about you, but I'm getting pretty frigged off with hill training - and 4 miles in an upward direction is not my idea of a box of chocolates I can tell you. So, I sit here now with a bum like a box of figs and calf muscles crying out for some relief. But fair's fair - it was a wonderful view from the top of the flippin' thing!

We have also completed our medical traumas - our fifth visit to the local hospital to have the stitches removed from the Half Share's lower limb was a bit of a red letter day for us - at last she can drink and she can swim!

Unfortunately the day then went south when the middle Cash Drainer,The Droog, decided it would be fun to collapse face first into a plate of Minestrone Soup - a bit of a frightener I have to say but it turns out to be nothing more than reaction to the sun. I was more concerned with the reaction to my wallet as I'd already ordered her Cod 'n' Chips before she decided that a bubble in the soup would fun - but we got over that. And blonde hair does go well with red soup!

My final training run of the break was a strange one though. I have noticed that my daily training session has attracted an increasing number of people. Nothing too special but I usually start with some pelvic thrusts, a couple of my notorious anal crunch routines before breaking for autographs. I know that the sessions have done wonders for Anglo-Balkan relations and I was delighted that as the days have progressed then more and more of the locals have bowled up to watch me. This morning I had the pleasure of the local Chief Constable watching me - and his admiring glances were much appreciated I can tell you! In fact, so impressed was he that he offered me a lift to the airport - how about that for fraternal Balkan greetings?

In fact, so insistent was he that I had a hell of a job persuading him that I wasn't actually leaving this morning - so the offer of a lift in his Patrol Car, whilst much appreciated, was unnecessary. Great news is though that he has promised to drive me to Dubrovnik tomorrow morning and personally escort me out of the country.

How 'Wow!!' is that?

So, I'm back to Blighty tomorrow and I can tell you one thing - I'm just so full of beans! I really feel that I'm back to my Olympic best - and I'll be cranking up the old training regime accordingly.

I'll have a chat when I'm back.

Keep on tapering.

Ron